Wednesday, August 20, 2014

#WedsBrief #FlashFiction : Hand of Fate2 #fantasy

Good morning, lovelies!

I didn't have a chance to flash last week, but I'm back today continuing the fantasy piece I started earlier.  You can read the first part here.

 
The prompt I used today was: piercing. Enjoy!

XOXO,
Elyzabeth

Hand of Fate: 2

“Don’t cry little one.” The Uraima brushed her tear away with his thumb.

Mayra turned her head. No fear. No tears.
 
The Uraima observed her for a moment, before snapping his fingers. The attendant that had brought the basin with water hurried to his side. The Uraima spoke quickly to him in the kingdom language, the other man listening attentively and bobbing his head occasionally. 

“You’re to go with Salec. I will go to you soon.” The Uraima started to turn around when he stopped and faced her again. He dropped his voice to a whisper. “Fear not, little one, I will keep you alive.”

Mayra stared at him in shock as he hurried through the crowds. He was a head taller than most of her people, his dark blue uniform standing out like a flower amid stalks of hay. He was going to keep her alive? She stumbled backwards as a hand as cool as death touched her arm. The man the Uraima had referred to as Salec had his fingers around her wrist, trying to catch her attention. Their eyes met for a fraction of a second before his gaze dropped to the floor. He relinquished his hold on her and motioned with his hand that she was to follow. He went off in the opposite direction the Uraima had gone. Her steps slowed as she caught sight of the fat four legged animals and the wooden boxes latched onto them. Miope had once told her what they were called. Cabakos. Cadakos. She couldn’t remember. They stood still as people milled about them, sorting things out. Other Kamaira were being led into other boxes. Most were crying. She squared her shoulders. She would not be one of them. A shiver raced down her spine as Salec grabbed her hand and tugged her toward a brown box at the end of the line. He stopped a few feet away and looked at her, then looked down. He pointed at her face, then at a soldier that stood leaning against the door of the box, dressed in a lighter shade of blue. Salec then repeated the gesture. 

“You want me to lower my gaze?”

He nodded. His eyes briefly twinkling with relief before he dropped them to the floor again. Mayra frowned. She didn’t know much about Kingdom etiquette but she was quite certain that looking at a common soldier was not a crime. Then again, she knew nothing about these people other than what Miope had taught her. 

As they reached the box she darted a glance toward the man but he barely looked at them, limiting himself to opening the door. Salec pushed her in front of him. She looked at him for confirmation that she was supposed to climb inside but he had his eyes pinned to the dirt floor. No fear. No tears. Mayra. 

Legs trembling, she entered the box like structure. The door snapped shut. Slowly, her eyes adjusted to the gloomy interior. Her eyes roved to the ceiling where a strange device she had never seen before cast a soft yellow glow. Her toes curled, sinking into the soft plushness beneath her feet as she took in the benches to her left and right. They were lined with colorful pillows that invited a person to sit and relax against them. The gleam of a metal object caught her eye and she ventured further inside. That’s when she saw him. Her mouth dropped open and her breath caught in her throat. 

He reclined against the corner of the bench, his right legged crossed at his ankle over his knee. His black uniform caused his snow white hair to stand out starkly. He tilted his head and the silver hoops on his point ears shone against the light. Mayra’s gaze flickered to his face. She stumbled backwards. 

“Did Salec not tell you to enter and keep your eyes to the floor, Kamaira?”

To be continued




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2 comments:

  1. Nice--drew me right in, Elyzabeth. Her perilous situation is very clear. :-)

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    1. Thank you for reading, Teresa! I'm really happy it drew you in :)

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